Scars Of A Broken Bond

She refrained from studying Lance’s countenance further, instead moving to express her gratitude to the two men who had apprehended the thief, extending an invitation for dinner once the police completed their tasks.

One of the men demurred, remarking, “No need. It’s not a big deal. In my estimation, you should treat that young gentleman to a meal. Without him, our pursuit of the thief might have ended quite differently.”

Bettie cast a sly glance back at Lance, her lips curling into a smile.

She then turned to the men and graciously declared, “Certainly, I shall treat him. Let us dine together, all of us.”

“No, thank you…” The two men waved off her offer with polite refusal.

Undeterred, Bettie proceeded to a nearby shop, where she purchased water and tokens of appreciation for the gallant men.

Law enforcement officials arrived on the scene. They promptly procured the surveillance footage and

her. She bid Lance farewell and began her departure. While on the move, she dialed Sabrina’s number and waited for the latter to answer. She said to Lance without looking back, “If there are no further

“Wait!”

mention treating

“When did I…”

complete her sentence, a realization swept over her, causing her countenance

I do

a gracious smile, “I’ve already contemplated our dining choice. I aided you in capturing the thief just now.

a fleeting glance toward

engaged in conversation not too distant